When her alarm finally sounded, Katerina dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She stood enjoying the steaming water for a few minutes before remembering that she didn't really have a lot of time left to get ready. She hurriedly washed her hair and shaved her legs before reluctantly stepping out onto the cold tiles of her bathroom floor. Showering was definitely her favorite part of the day, she decided.
Kat had just put on the final touches of her makeup when she heard a sharp knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, she saw that Christie had arrived right at ten, just as she'd promised. As Kat opened the door, Christie gave her an appraising look.
"Are you seriously wearing that?"
"What's wrong with it?" Katerina asked defensively.
"We're going to a club, not to church, okay, Kat? Where's the skin?"
Katerina just laughed, but she walked back into her bedroom to find something else to wear, Christie trailing behind her. She thought her outfit looked good: tight dark jeans that hugged her ankles and showed off the four-inch jeweled stilettos she'd just bought last week, with a long burgundy tank top that clung tightly under her breasts, accenting her slender waist. Sure, the neckline was practically matronly compared to the plunging v of Christie's top, but it wasn't as if she were wearing a turtleneck, for God's sake.
As Kat looked at herself in the mirror, Christie was rummaging through her closet. "Where are all your skank clothes? Don't tell me you threw them all out when we graduated."
"Chris, I never owned any 'skank clothes'. I always borrowed yours, remember?"
"Ah, yes. Okay, well, you certainly cannot go out in that," Christie said, joining Kat in front of the mirror. The two girls made an interesting pair. While Kat's hair fell down her back in a long, dark mess of curls and waves, Christie's platinum blonde locks were cut model-short and straightened to perfection. Both girls were tall, but Kat had a few inches on her friend...although, she thought somewhat jealously, not where she wanted them.
Kat had a good-enough body, she thought, but Christie's figure was to die for. She had shapely calves, slender thighs, minimal ass, and a beautiful rack. Kat, on the other hand, had medium-sized (though nice-looking) breasts and a flat stomach leading down to surprisingly curvy hips. The two often had arguments about which asset was more attractive: Christie's boobs or Kat's ass. Not that either of them were really lacking in the beauty department. Whenever they would walk into a party together, heads would turn – both male and female heads.
Still, though, Katerina never had acquired the confidence her friend had when it came to dressing scandalously. Christie's outfit tonight epitomized her style. She had on a skin-tight black halter top that showed so much cleavage it was almost impossible to keep one's eyes on her face. The black capri pants she had chosen to go with it would have looked subtle and simple on anyone else...but not on Christie. They were probably two sizes smaller than she usually wore, and looked just as painted-on as her halter top. Her feet were encased in black patent-leather heels with pointed toes that would look ridiculous on most girls, but looked just plain hot on her.
"Okay, I know what we're going to do," Christie said, "Take your pants off."
"What? I don't have a skirt that would look good with this," Kat said.
"Oh give me a break. You don't need a skirt with that. Look how long it is!"
Katerina eyed her tank top in the mirror. Yes, it did go down to about her mid-thigh, but it was definitely a top, not a dress. She would look like an idiot wearing it without pants.
"Christie, come on..."
"Shut up, Kat, and take your pants off. It's already after ten and I want to get drunk. So let's go."
Kat shook her head, but as always, she took Christie's advice. She took off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. As she strapped the sandals back on her feet, she examined herself in the mirror.
"Chris, no. I look like a fucking prostitute."
